Let's set the scene. My friend Lauren* was over for a playdate close to dinnertime. Logie was eating his prunes, her adorable baby boy Charlie was bouncing around in the
Then, out of nowhere... it happened. In the middle of a conversation. Just out of the blue.
Lauren: "So, what are you making for dinner tonight?"
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me: "What do you mean?"
Lauren: "What's for dinner?"
me: "Oh. Um, I'm not sure. James and I haven't talked about it yet. Wait. Do you usually like plan out dinner and then make it? Like ahead of time? Or like know what you are making at the beginning of the day sort of thing?"
Lauren [looking like an alien has just descended from outer space and landed on her lap]: "Well... yeah... Do you?"
me: "Um. Well. James usually figures that out."
Lauren: "Whoa. Yeah, I have to do dinner every night. Well you do the grocery shopping at least right?"
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me: "um."
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*favorite girl name of all time; if you steal it, you're deadmeat.
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